The Biker's Fate Chapter 666

Waverly

The next day, I arrived home to find a giant bouquet of flowers and a tin of Almond Rocha waiting for me at my front door. I carried it inside, and after locking up, I found the card and opened it.

"I love you forever and a day, and I've given you space, but if you don't answer your phone, I'm going to get my ass on a fucking plane and come out there. I will hug you so tight, you won't be able to breathe. Do not test me, Gravy. Love you, bitch. Lenn."

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath.

Lennon was my ride or die. She would never do anything to hurt me on purpose. Maybe I was being unfair.

Or…

Maybe she shouldn't have lied to me.

I sighed, opening the tin of Rocha and peeling the foil off one of the treats before popping it into my mouth. I kicked off my shoes and opened my drawer to figure out what I was going to order just as my doorbell pealed. Grabbing my phone, I checked my doorbell camera and let out a quiet squeak. I engaged the microphone and growled out, "No."

"Housekeeping," Lennon sassed.

"No."

"Open the door or I'll make a scene."

"No."

"Bitch, you know I can rival you in the dramatics. Open the goddamn door."

I let out a frustrated squeal and stomped to my door, yanking it open. "What are you doing here?"

She walked inside like she owned the joint, closing the door behind me. "If the mountain won't come to Mohamad…"

"Are you calling me fat?"

Lennon smirked. "Yes."

I gasped. "Bitch!"

"Look, I'm leaving in two days for Africa, and I needed to get eyes on you. I can't leave the country without putting all of this to rest. You know I could contract malaria or something and then you'd feel really guilty if I died."

"You're vaccinated, you're not going to die from malaria," I reminded her.

"Feline Aids?"

I bit back a snort. "You don't actually know how any of this works, do you?"

She shrugged. "Isn't it the number one cause of cat death?"

"Okay, Debbie Downer, calm your tits. One, you're not a cat, and two, I'm pretty sure it's not even in the top three."

Lennon sighed. "You cut your hair."

"I did."

She frowned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good."

She pulled me in for a hug. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Sorry for what exactly?"

"For lying to you."

"But not for dating a piece of shit?"

"He's not a piece of shit, Waverly," Lennon snapped, her long, blonde hair whipping around her shoulders.

"Every biker's a piece of shit."

"That's like saying every cop's noble, or every teacher's a hero. You can't make those sweeping statements. When you meet him, you'll get it."

"Oh my god, you didn't bring him here, did you?" I breathed out in horror.

"No! God, Gravy, I wouldn't do that to you." Her eyes filled with tears. "Do you actually think I'd do something that would scare you or make you even feel a little bit uncomfortable?"

I bit my lip. "I didn't think you'd date a biker after everything I'd been through."

She threw her hands in the air. "I didn't think I would either. Honestly, I'd vowed never to even look at anyone associated with Harleys and then Granny kind of orchestrated our first meeting and he's the kindest man I've ever met. Nothing at all like the men we ran into at the party, and nothing like Aaron, who isn't a biker, by the way, and is a total piece of shit."

"That is true."

"I fell in love with Snarl, Gravy, and I honestly wasn't expecting that." She met my eyes. "But I will dump him if having him means losing you."

I stared at her for a few tense seconds. "You really would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. You're my best friend and I won't let a man come between us."

"You love him?"

"With everything I have."

"How the hell did you let this happen, Len?" I cried.

"He has a giant dick."

I couldn't stop a snort at her retort, and I let out a frustrated groan. "Where's your bag?"

"Outside. I didn't know if I was going to have to grab a hotel."

"Bring it inside. I'll open a bottle of wine. I was just about to order dinner, so what do you feel like?"

"Chinese," she said as she opened the front door again and dragged her small suitcase inside.

"Letting you stay does not mean I'm ready to accept this man of yours."

"I know," she said, locking the door again. "I just need us to be okay before I get on a plane and travel to an entirely different country for an indeterminate amount of time."

"We're okay." I nodded to the flowers and chocolates. "The Almond Rocha certainly helps."

She grinned. "Almond Rocha always helps."

I cocked my head. "If you're leaving for Africa in two days, when are you leaving here?"

"Tomorrow."

"You're insane, you know that, right?" I said, pulling out the menu drawer and grabbing the Chinese one.

She grinned. "Well, I haven't actually been tested, but you might be right."

"I love you, nutso."

"Love you more, honey."

"Well, that's obvious." I waved a finger toward her. "I'm not sure I'd fly all the way to Colorado to apologize to you."

"Well, I'm also more evolved than you. And a better person. A hero, if you will."

I burst out laughing, throwing a chocolate treat at her head. "Whatever."

She unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth, giving me a chocolatey grin.

"Okay, what do you want?" I asked.

After calling in our order, we opened a bottle of wine and let it breathe while we changed into pajamas, gave ourselves facials and mani-pedis, then had some much-needed girl time. Suddenly, for the moment at least, all was right with the world, but I had to put the thought of my best friend leaving me the next day out of my head.